A letter from May 31, 2023

Dear FutureMe, Today (days ago really, I never open emails these days) I received an e-mail from 16 year old us?! And to be honest, it was exactly when I needed it. I was ranting about Flo, the guy I met on... Hoop? During quarantine. Funny enough, I'm in the same situation right now. But like, more real, a little more adult but still just as stupid. I had these questions to myself... Is he still a part of your life? Do you still care? Were you too stupid? Do you still cry about the dumbest things? Right now I am happy about the answer I've just given to those questions - except the last one, because yes I still do. The thing is, I got over it. Everything turned out just fine. Any sorrows and worries I (16) had are very far away from the ones I have now. Which motivates me. And I always wish upon my future self. Still, life is... Getting realer. Things are I guess more serious than they were 3 years ago, they hurt deeper, they are harder to let go. And just like these 3 years ago, I yearn and have hopes about the people in my life. It is the thing that never changes about me, the way I love people, the second chances, the hatred I have for hating loved ones. Thus, I hope you are doing well. I hope we share the same feeling about messages from the past. I hope everything turns out fine for you, I hope someone loves you the way you love them. And naively, cringely, dumbly and probably so irritating for you, I do hope it is this person (BECAUSE I'M TRYING SO HARD!!!) Do art, love the way you wish people would love you, enjoy yourself and the little things you worked so hard for, the things you didn't have in the past. Hug a dear one, listen to good music and don't be afraid to cry about how beautiful love is. Give tomorrow a chance the way I have always done it. I love you, I love me, I am glad we exist. See you when this letter catches you. 19 year old you